Sunday Post 455

 Good afternoon! Firstly, today I've been hard @ work plodding 1988 steps; secondly, John Piper's daily devotional topic from last night's 'The Best Form Of Slavery'; thirdly, TWFT topic's 'You Are Being Pruned (2)' fourthly, Our Daily Bread's devotional topic's 'Information And Evidence' and fifthly, the spam count for the weekend's just five. Anyways, events for today?

• Nature called fractionally after midnight; I used the pot :P again @ 6:10am before I spend ten minutes beginning a mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him please to help me with the patience, perseverance, strength and endurance I need to get through today with, giving PIG mum all the pleasure, all the satisfaction and just suffering for her whenever she decided that only she can be happy and/or satisfied. It doesn't sound very fair, but she's taught me through her actions, if not through her words, that it's enough she's happy and/or satisfied, and I guess whenever that happens, I've just got to grit my teeth and endure. >< *sigh*

•  One hour later, noisy PIG mum wakes me for another pot :P trip with her daily a-THUMPING around upstairs. Soon, she's let herself into my room to hit me with the eye goo and help me exceedingly slightly with not only the bra strap but the tee (since dearest dad's @ home) before leaving me to get myself mostly kitted, which I comply with after giving myself fifteen more minutes first.

• PIG mum comes back to help with  absolutely nothing bar Elf's AFO straps and both laces, before I let her gleefully FORCE :( me to walk over to the bathroom and brush teeth. That done, I sit over the loo for one tinkle, wash and dry Era and then walk myself slowly and safely out to the gobbling :P table, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting him push me over.

• Breakfast was one slice of the banana cake PIG mum baked last night! I also drink one full mug of water, pop all my usual drugs :P and spent another ten minutes continuing my mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him please to help me get through today okay. I find it's exceedingly important to constantly remind the cruel and unfaithful God that He has no bearing  on  my good day whatsoever, that I am perfectly capable of having a good day without Him, despite Him and apart from Him, because my good day's dependent on my own good attitude. If only God would remember that ... *sigh* He created the phrase 'live and let live', so why the heck can't He lemme live the free, independent life that I deserve? Okay, fair enough, we all only deserve death because of Him, but why can't He just lemme live the life that nearly everyone else gets to live?? *sigh*

   

• After breakfast, I walk myself slowly and safely to the loo, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting him push me over. There, I do a stinky unspeakable, also leaning fully against the side rail and finishing my mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel. Remember, however the cruel and unfaithful God tries to make my day bad for me, I won't let that affect me because my good day has NOTHING to do with Him; I'm perfectly capable of having a good day without Him, despite Him and apart from Him. See, my good day's dependent on my own good attitude!

• After washing and drying Era, I climb into the backseat of PIG mum's 4WD and she tootles us off to church. On arrival, I hike downstairs, use the disabled loo once myself and then grab a seat for service.

• Yay, I get to stay seated for worship today. I sing everything I know, plus the harmony for three songs but like every other week, meant absolutely NOTHING. >< *sigh*

• Speaker today was a Peter, but not our Peter! His sermon was about contentment.

• After service, I used the loo again. Unfortunately, the disabled loo lid had been closed and horrid PIG mum wouldn't life it for me so I just stood in line for the normal ladies toilet. One aunty was actually gonna help me but awful PIG mum actually physically STOPPED her from doing so; isn't she mean? The toilet I eventually used had the toilet seat up, but @ least I could still go!

• Back outside, dearest dad kindly grabbed a chair for me. We shared one pack of bikkies together and sipped his coffee and my sugarless white tea. Aunty Yvonne wandered over for a chat with baba.

• Dad drove me for an early lunch @ Hungry Jack's but he didn't get any chips. Sheesh, I even only got HALF a burger. *sigh*

• Back home, I used the loo for one more tinkle and then walked myself slowly and safely back online, always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting him push me over.

• Once I've used up the most important two hours of my day, I'll head over to the gobbling :P table and read Dylan Alcott's memoirs for one hour. Actually, will need to visit the loo once first - PIG mum gave me some of her free coffee and nature's calling!

• Dad had better take us out for CHINESE food for dinner tonight and gimme ONE bowl of rice!

• Toms: not seeing Aunty Anna (on holidays again?) but hoping PIG mum'll take me somewhere out for walkies else expect a super-pissy plodding total from me.

• Wonder will that Rebecca-Coleman-Jones lady make it? She's rostered to come from 4-6 like she was last Monday but CODA called with her replacement ...

• Fingers crossed I can read for one hour and watch the 6pm news bulletin for the 25TH time!

• Anyways, hopefully bbl else wishing everyone a smashing week ahead!
  Cheers,
  Em. ^^